My heat pack:
Microwave me for one minute and forty-five seconds
and then bliss is I
The warmth radiates from my stomach, out.
I feel like I am
a crispy and melted-butter piece of toast
or a perfect hot chocolate,
steam rising in cylindrical swirl.
And now,
I have shoes too,
that may be radiated to perfection
and my toes shall be happy forever
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